I'm Convinced That Imagination Is At The

I Only Suggest To You: Will You Dwell On Killing This Man? You Wish For Revenge? If You Do, He Has Already Killed You By Slow Poison. So, Let It Go. Why Waste Your Time? His Life Will See To His Death.

I Have Never Known Courage To Be Judged By The Length Of A Man's Hair. Or, For The Matter Of That, Whether He Has Any Hair At All.

The Art Is More Important Than The Artist. The Work Is More Important Than The Person Who Does It. You Must Be Prepared To Sacrifice All The You Could Possibly Have, Be, Or Do; You Must Be Willing To Go All The Way For Your Art. If It Is A Question Between Choosing Between Your Life And A Work Of Art -- Any Work Of Art -- Your Decision Is Made For You.

Go Back' Taran Shouted At The Top Of His Voice.'have You Lost Your Wits?' Eilonwy, For It Was She, Half-halted. She Had Tucked Her Plaited Hair Under A Leather Helmet. The Princess Of Llyr Smiled Cheerfully At Him. 'i Understand You're Upset,' She Shouted Back, 'but That's No Cause To Be Rude.' She Galloped On. For A Time, Taran Could Not Believe He Had Really Seen Her.

Forgive Me....i Called You An Idiot. I Spoke Too Hastily. You Are Not. Had I Given It More Thought, I Would Have Called You A Scoundrel.